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There's a crow flying |
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Dark and ragged |
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Tree to tree |
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He's black as the highway |
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that's leading me |
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Now he's diving down |
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To pick up on something shiny |
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I feel like that black crow |
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Flying |
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In a blue sky |
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I took a ferry to the highway |
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Then I drove to a pontoon plane |
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I took a plane to a taxi |
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And a taxi to a train |
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I've been traveling so long |
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How am I ever going to know my home |
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When I see it again |
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I'm like a black crow flying |
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In a blue, blue sky |
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In search of love and music |
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My whole life has been |
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Illumination |
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Corruption |
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Diving, diving, diving, diving. |
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Diving down to pick up on every shiny thing |
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Just like that black crow flying |
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In a blue sky |
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I looked at the morning |
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After being up all night |
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I looked at my haggard face |
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in the bathroom light |
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I looked out the window |
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And I saw that ragged soul take flight |
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I saw a back crow flying |
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In a blue sky |
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Oh I'm like a black crow flying |
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In a blue sky |
